Junk4dummies, I really enjoyed that post. Thanks
It was a great time in American history.
I would ride my bike 2 1/4 miles to the hobby shop and buy slot cars and race on thier huge track. I told mom where I was going and no one ever worried. Let a sixth grader do that now days. I still have my Pitman and Stormbecker cars and all the fancy wheels chasies etc. I even have my track.
Wednesdays was lady's day at Tiger Stadium. I would skip school and go to the ball game. It was 50 cents to get in on Wednesdays which was Ladies day. I would walk by Greens barber collage. It was a 2 story barber collage. They gave the bums hair cuts on the second floor and then the general public on the first. Hair cuts when I was a kid were 15 cents. Skip was the owners son who was about 30 back then. He always gave me a hard candy. Yes I got to sin in the owners box many a time but I never asked. The buss fiar or kids was 15 cents with a nickle transfer.
My father whould drive out to Royal Oak to where we lived when I was little.That was long before seat belts. We would go on Sunday moring to the Kepliner bakery. SP? The bread was baked on Sunday morning. It came down on rollers. There was a little window before the wrapping machine. If the loaf was (Damaged) deformed the man would pull it. The hot rasen bread was so good to eat on the way home. It was only 5 cents a loaf. Yes you read that right. Gas was 16.9 and the car was a blue 1952 Ford.
I still ate a huge lunch when we got home.
The Greenfield museum in Dearborn is still a great place for cars, machinery, trains and Edisons Lab.
Henery Fort, Harvey Firestone and Edison camped all over the US and were life long frineds.
When we were littel we took field trips town to the Ford foundry on the River. At one time Ford had the worlds largest privately owned railroad.
I rememeber looking over the cat walk as and thinking how hot it was. It was fantastic to see the sheets of steel running back and forth through the rollers.
They had the Ford Rodunda which they moved from the worlds fair. At Christmas it had the worlds best animated Christmas displays. It burned in 62I still have programs and booklets about the building.
The beautiful architecture in Detroit is what inspired me to become an architect later in life.
Olympia Stadium on Grandriver was just 6 miles on the buss. I watched Gordy How Play hocky. I watched Norman Cash and All Kline play ball.
Those were the good old days and I would give anyting to have them back.
The older I get the more I live in the past.
I had the best of two worlds. My grand father had a farm in Indiana and I got in all the farm life form milking cows to gathering eggs. My E ticket on the farm was unhooking the windmill and holding onto the handle as a little boy. I would ride it up and down the short distance on the cam swing.
I would take a branch, stirng aling with a safty pin and walk a half mile to the creek and go fishing. We got our drinking water form the well outside with a hand pump. We even had a two seater out house. I put my first set of point in my grandfathers old Lawnboy reel to reel mower when I was 10. no one showed me how. It ran great. We had a couple of horses and a few sheep. It was a picture picture farm. Then I would go back to Detroit and my perfect city life.
I know many people say no one live like Believe it to Beiver and all the other TV Shows. Yes there were millions of us who grew up with mom at home and no strife at home. One would have though the TV shows were about my life.
Damn, how I hate the change.